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“Are you blind?”
“Not my type,” I shrug, ignoring her comment.
“Time for me to get into action.”
And the next thing she does surprises me. She walks up to him and asks him for a dance, and he obliges with a huge smile.
Not wanting to sit alone at the table, I rise to my feet and make my way to the bar area. Sitting on the high stool, I glance at Rewa and notice her laughing and dancing. At least one of us is having a good time.
“Can I buy the beautiful lady a drink?” a voice asks from beside me.
Turning around on my stool, I see a young handsome man sitting on the stool next to me. He probably must be in his mid-thirties.
“No, I am good,” I reply, giving a polite smile.
“What can I get you, Sir?” the bartender approaches us and asks.
Turning to the bartender’s direction, he responds, “Can I get a whiskey? Actually, make that two.”
The bartender nods his head and leaves.
“I’m Rahul, by the way,” he introduces himself, holding out his hand to me.
Not forgetting my manners, I take his hand and give him a light smile. “I am Alisha.”
“What a pretty name! It suits you,” he gives me a wide smile and his eyes linger on me.
I don’t know why but I am feeling uncomfortable under his gawking.
“Here are your drinks, Sir.” The bartender shows up and places two drinks on the counter.
“Thank you,” he replies before he lifts the glasses, holding one out to me. “Here.”
I shake my head. “No thanks, I don’t drink.”
“Come on. It’s nothing,” he insists but I deny the offer. “Please, just one drink.”
“She said no.” Before I can reply, Ranveer’s deep baritone cuts Rahul off as he approaches us.
“Ranveer, I…” I try to form a sentence but am unable to do so. Ranveer is looking overly pissed, but that doesn’t take away the affection in his gaze that is on me.
“And who are you to meddle?” Rahul asks, raising a brow at him.
Ranveer’s gaze moves to Rahul as he replies in a hard voice, giving him a deadly stare. “I’m her husband.” He then snakes his arm around my waist which causes me to jump a little.
“Is that so?” Rahul inquires, eyeing Ranveer’s hand wrapped around me.
“It is, you jerk,” Ranveer snaps while pulling me closer towards him.
The guy stares at me for a moment before finishing his drink and then rises to his feet.
“Hope to see you around, Sweetheart.”He winks at me before he leaves.
“Asshole...” Ranveer mutters as his eyes follow him making his grip on me tighter.
I let out a whine. “Ranveer, you are hurting.”His frown deepens, as he regards me with a confused look. “You’re holding me a bit tightly,” I reiterate, trying to get through his fog.
“I am sorry.” He loosens his grip but doesn’t let go of me. “Didn’t I tell you not to enter a bar without me?” he snaps. There comes the overbearing jerk. Looking at the anger on his face,I don’t bother to point out that it was my dad’s bar he laid the conditions for.
